Gotta Go

Going for the gold
I got all these bad bitches on the pole

Chilling with my woes
All these hunnits on the floor

Friends turn into foes
That's just how it gotta go

Niggas really hating, tell 'em that they gotta go

Don't try to walk with me
They try to copy me

Don't try to follow me
Ice on the pinky ring

She said "It's blinding me"
They do not walk the talk
Ain't nobody finding me

Yeah yeah yeah

Who a real nigga and who ain't one now
You don't know nothing where we came from, nah
Don't you come around here with that fake love, nah
We go'n run that thirty, we go'n get them ones

SMG my blooda, we go'n shoot for him

Bitch, I'm iced up
All this damn jewelry

I'm running up these racks, yeah it ain't new to me
I still DND my phone, you can't get through to me

Bitch I'm next up
Watch me flex up

Ima dive, the way I get my fuckin checks up
What's your net worth?

Made that bitch twerk
Put you in a hirsch

Going for the gold
I got all these bad bitches on the pole

Chilling with my woes
All these hunnits on the floor

Friends turn into foes
That's just how it gotta go

Niggas really hating, tell 'em that they gotta go

Don't try to walk with me
They try to copy me

Don't try to follow me
Ice on the pinky ring

She said "It's blinding me"
They do not walk the talk
Ain't nobody finding me

Yeah yeah yeah

All these bad bitches on the pole
Whipping up that work right on the stove

You already know, I'ma stay on my ten toes
Ain't no knocking me, yeah that's fa'sho

Niggas tryna copy me
Got yo main hoe steady tryna top on me

Don't show fake love to my face and try to follow me
All these hating ass niggas, they don't bother me

Yeah yeah yeah

Go straight to the bank and then I flex up
Always talking down, you know I'm next up
Had to do my thing and get my checks up

'Bout to take off for my city like a jet yeah

Niggas they be fooling for the clout
Smoking cookie, that girl scout

Bitch I'm what they talking 'bout

I'ma put on for my city
Every bitch go'n want fuck with me

I'ma playboy but I'm jiggy
I like booty, fuck the titties yeah

SMG, we coming for your headtops
Pull up to your bitches crib and make her fuckin bedrock

I give bitches pipe cause I supply what their man cannot

I be stunting nonstop
Tryna flood the wristwatch

I don't need no friends, they on that fake shit
After I hit once, you get dodged like the matrix

They don't even know me, like to say shit
I got all the tools to make me famous

Going for the gold
I got all these bad bitches on the pole

Chilling with my woes
All these hunnits on the floor

Friends turn into foes
That's just how it gotta go

Niggas really hating, tell 'em that they gotta go



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Writer(s): Joshua Hoff
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